Something Old, Something New

At first it was an essence
brought by the warmth
of an early morning sunrise.
My attention piqued.

       Something old, something new

Then a thousand tiny rainbows
from the blanket of dew,
brought to my eyes.
My memory clicked.

       Something old, something new

A childhood memory,
lingering close,
lost,
then caught.
Taught.
Shown the essence of life’s meaning,
by a leaf.

       Something old, something new

Red leaf in autumn,
used to be green,
now dappled in dew
I love you.